Chapter 185: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Just Get the Pain Over With Rather Than Prolong the Agony Dr. Ginger ran over to Deirdre as well. He felt Deirdre’s forehead with his hand, his expression unpleasant as he said hastily, “Take her to the room! Ms. McKinnon’s body is too weak. She can’t stand the cold.”

Brendan carried Deirdre down to her room and wrapped her body tightly in a blanket. He turned on the heater as well. The knot in the pit of his stomach felt relieved ever so slightly when he felt the warmth returning to the woman’s body.

He left the rest to Dr. Ginger.

Brendan headed outside for a smoke while Sam guarded the door. He said with difficulty when he noticed Brendan, “Mr. Brighthall…”

He kept his head lowered, his expression overwhelmed with emotions. He hesitated for a long time.

before he finally said, “Is Ms. McKinnon’s mother… still alive?”

Brendan turned his head and took a cold glance at him. He had a cold, threatening look in his eyes.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

Sam pursed his lips. “If Ms. McKinnon’s mother is not alive anymore, this lie won’t last forever. It would be better just to get the pain over with rather than prolong the agony…”

“Better just to get the pain over with rather than prolong the agony?” Brendan smashed a painting on the wall with a punch and spoke through tightly-clenched teeth. “You make it sound so simple. You can see Deirdre’s current condition. Do you think she would still want to live if she were to find out everything?”

When he had seen the agony in Deirdre’s eyes and the way she had jumped without any hesitation when the only hope she’d had left in this world was more loss, he had known that he could only continue to keep up this sickening lie.

He would never allow Deirdre to commit suicide again. He did not wish to feel his heart skip a beat like it had after witnessing the earlier scene.

“Watch your tongue. You should know what you should meddle with and what you shouldn’t meddle with, understand?”

Brendan warned Sam with cold eyes. Had it not been for Deirdre’s request, he might not have necessarily kept Sam posted there.

Sam did not even have the courage to breathe loudly and he kept his head lowered.

Dr. Ginger opened the door just in time to witness the scene. He could feel the oppressive ambience in the air and he took a step back subconsciously.

Brendan asked, “How is she?”

“Not that well,” Dr. Ginger answered frankly. “It’s true that her life is not at stake for the time being, but her health is deteriorating with time. Even if we do manage to stabilize her now, if something were to happen to Ms. McKinnon’s health afterward, it would be the spark to the bomb of her weakened body.

The bomb would be ignited and there would be no way out by then.”

Brendan’s expression turned green from anger. Dr. Ginger had already tried his best to gloss over Deirdre’s health condition by describing it in a less serious manner. However, Brendan could feel that Deirdre would not be able to live long if this continued.

“Aren’t you a doctor? Aren’t you a wonder doctor? Everyone recognizes your outstanding practices, yet you can’t even handle a woman? You must cure Deirdre regardless. I’m willing to spend as much as it takes!”

Dr. Ginger’s expression was unpleasant, and he forced a smile with great effort. “I’ll do my best.”

Brendan was about to walk into the room with a cold expression. He had just taken two steps forward when he backed away and said, “Also, why did Deirdre suddenly have such a huge reaction to Ophelia? What happened?”

He believed that the incident had been caused by something, as he’d had everything under control prior to that.

Dr. Ginger furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m not very sure. Ms. McKinnon was still very well this morning.

Then, I left to get something and she acted as if she had turned into someone else when I came back.

She asked me to call you, but I don’t have any further details.”

“Alright, understood.”

Brendan suppressed the agitation in his expression, entered the room, and shut the door.

The face and lips of the woman lying on the bed were the same color. They were as pale as paper. A sheen of sweat covered her forehead, and she was dreaming and muttering occasionally. Brendan was only able to hear her when he moved closer.